Archives for April 2015

Eight Is Grand

Harper’s birthday was at the end of March, but I was out of town so we had her party this weekend.  It’s been several years since she’s had a birthday party and this girl was pumped.  She asked the girls in her class and her girl cousins all to our house to create.  And we did just that.

Harper is our responsible kid.  She takes her roll as first born and sister very serious.  She strives to make good choices…to do the right thing.  She keeps an eye out for everyone.  I call her my sanity.  She helps me survive as a mom.  She helps out so much and sometimes we feel bad for her and then I get another glimpse at how kind and loving her heart is and I am quickly reminded she loves being a big sister…she loves helping…she loves kissing and cuddling the littles.  God knew Josh Kelley and I needed a Harper in our tribe.  He knew our tribe needed this fierce loving sister leader…and she does it so well.

She has long been the only girl and when our newest little came along I thought Harper’s heart might explode.  We talk and pray often together about how our littlest will leave one day…she’s not ours, but we will love her like she is while she is in our home.  We do this in part for our own hearts, but also for our kid’s…especially Harper.  She’s invested.  She’s all in, but I also know she gets it.  She’s met our littlest’ parents.  She knows them.  She knows the love that’s there, but I know when the day arrives for our newest to go home, Harper Kelley will be crushed.

All this love and these wild roller coaster emotions from our life lately led me to wanting Harper to really have a fun girls afternoon.  I really wanted her to feel celebrated and loved and special.  I know this doesn’t have to be big and fancy and cost a lot of money.  We hung our same Happy Birthday Banner…again…and changed our revolving chalkboard.  Celebrating someone you can be so simple.

Harper likes quality time and chatting.  She likes to create together.  She likes one-on-one time which she so rarely gets, so Saturday we did it up right.  She and I did all the party prep ALONE…in our house…ALONE…did I mention we were ALONE.  We ate lunch on her bedroom floor together and talked about what she was most excited about for her party.  She counted down the hours.  She helped set up supplies and we colored a madly rainbow welcoming sidewalk together to welcome her guests.  She smiled and laughed and was over the moon giddy with excitement.

One by one as her guests arrived she ran to welcome them.  It was a wonderful group of girls and I loved having them in our home.  I loved spending time with them and hearing them chat and laugh…all rather quietly which surprised me.  I’m use to loud, boisterous Hall women.  Harper just beamed the whole time.



We created simple, inexpensive and colorful creations.  Easy canvases and Sharpie colored canvas pencil cases scored at Hobby Lobby for 50% off.  We ate homemade brownies with vanilla ice-cream topped with whipped cream, sprinkles, M&Ms, my Aunt Tootsie’s chocolate sauce (there’s really no other chocolate sauce) and cherries.  They drank miniature Sprites and Fantas out of colorful striped straws.  Sang a beautiful Happy Birthday.  Cheerfully watched Harper open each present with care.  Played in the sunshine.  And despite having two tables set up for them to sit at they all crowded around one and I honored their commitment to one another and just rolled with it.  The more the merrier.

And at the end of the party her best little friend’s grandmother was late picking her up and it ended the party just right.  They sat together coloring in her floor and talking of all the things best 2nd-grade friends talk about.  Harper said she was really glad the grandma was late.

She immediately started assembling lego kits and craft projects she was gifted.  She might have winced a bit when she heard the boys rush through the back door and mumbled under her breath “I’m not ready for them to come home yet.”  I gave her a quick smile.  And just like that she fell right back into sister mode asking the boys to come and see her presents while they ate up brownies and slurped down Fantas.

Oh Harper Kelley…you are a good one.  You are a light.  You shine so bright and with little effort.  You are absolutely just you and you are absolutely okay with that.  You wear all the bright colors and patterns and you love hard.  To say that we are looking forward to watching how God uses you is an understatement.  We cannot wait to see your story unfold.  You’re a world changer.  You’re a good daughter and sister and friend.  You listen to your conscious and you act!  Being your Mom is awesome…a privilege…an honor.  Thanks for making me a momma.  Harper, we love you so much and are insanely proud of the lady God is growing you into.  Keep on being you…because that heart of yours is crazy beautiful!  Happy 8th birthday…eight is going to be grand.

A Rather Lengthy Final Call

**Along with 500 other random thoughts I’m writing today, this is also the final call for the Swaziland trip.  Come next week we are booking flights so we’ll be legit.  If you are wanting to join our team the time has officially come.  Speak now or forever hold your peace…or message me HERE

**I’ve been missing Florida and my Aunt Linda and Uncle Tom.  It’s easy to let the world melt away when we’re in their home and our feet in the sand.  Right before we left to drive home I noticed all our water bottles ready to go…I lined them up neatly.  Being a family of 7 has been crazy amazing and crazy hard.  Our time with our littlest is dwindling.  Her parents are working so hard and their hard work and love are paying off.  In one hand we hold joy for how God redeems & brings about hope and in the other hand we hold tears because we love this little girl and we love her family and it will all just be kind of hard.  Sigh.  We’re learning the ride of foster care.

**They received a prize at school for selling candy bars and then got it stuck in the corner of the wall.  They sure do fight hard, but they sure can work together and love hard too.  Being brothers and sisters is grand.

**Lots of sweet little boy pictures as of late.  They are wild and crazy and sweet and fierce and kind.  Geez.

**Order, orders and more orders.  4×12 canvas, name pillows, tooth pillows and key fobs, oh my!

**I visited Thistle Farms this week with a friend.  It about cracked my whole heart right open.  Love and community at it’s finest and rawest and realest.  If you have never heard of Thistle Farms or Magdalene please, oh please check them out.

“Magdalene is a residential program for women who have survived lives of prostitution, trafficking, addiction and life on the streets. Thistle Farms is our social enterprise.”

We got to sit in on their mid-week meeting and then have a tour.  It absolutely blew me away.  Afterwards I was able to learn more about some needs, so April’s Bible journaling class fees will go towards purchasing items to assemble welcome basics for the women entering the Magdalene house.  If you would like to attend the journaling class just send me a message HERE.

**And I have been ever so slowly making my way through Romans.  It totally had me stumped big time…why so many confusing words and concepts in Romans?!?!  I was limping my way through it at a snail pace…partly because I just didn’t understand like any of the words and the other part because after I realized I didn’t understand any of the words Satan used this to make me not want to open my Bible.  I don’t like not understanding.  I don’t like feeling intimidated or not good enough or not smart enough.

I have a lot of insecurities.  Every day I battle so many of them…I don’t feel like enough.  I feel left out and like an outsider.  I feel like I’m too weird or quirky.  I feel like I’m not pretty enough or how I think far too frequently about how my thighs smoosh together.  I feel easily judged and I judge too easily.  My house is dirty.  I eat my emotions.  My clothes are plain and simple.  I haven’t had my hair done in, hmmmm, I might be closing in on a year.  Geez.  I’m not business savy enough and I can’t make pretty dinners.  Most days I feel over my head…completely overwhelmed and unequipped…and full of anxiety.  I’m this big sinner who just messes up all the time and honestly, some days I just feel like too much of an outsider.

While I was in Florida, I told my Aunt Linda how I just did not understand Romans.  How I wasn’t getting it.  She then pulled out this lovely Message Bible with commentary and light broke through.  I loved every single bit of it.  Right there on the beach my big take away was we’re all a bunch of misfits, none of us good enough on our own, but God, well He’s the God of the insiders and outsiders and He’s going to use us and be mighty in us no matter how unequipped or too messy we feel.

Pieces of Romans from The Message:

“…became a father because he dared to trust God to do what only God could do: raise the dead to life, with a word make something out of nothing.  When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn’t do, but on what God said he would do.  He plunged into the promise and came up strong, ready for God, sure that God would make good on what he had said.  The same gets said about us when we embrace and believe the one who brought Jesus to life when the conditions were equally hopeless.  The sacrificed Jesus made us fit for God, set us right with Him.”

The hope in Christ is insanely wonderful.  He takes me when all I feel like is an insecure misfit…an insufficient sinner and says, “Hold up.  Wait a minute.  I have a plan and it’s good and brings Me glory.  I made a promise to finish you out to completion.  I have set you right.”

On this Good Friday I am so grateful I can plunge deep into God’s promise and come up strong because of a risen Savior.  God takes all my insecurities and makes me absolutely good enough, loved and cherished because of Jesus.  This is hope at it’s finest.

Happy Friday.

Egg Carton Throwback

You guys, I have sat down to write a thousand and one times this week and then no words come.  Maybe it’s because my heart and head are a jumbled mess or maybe because life has seriously been it’s busiest this week.  Last night I made my to-do list for today and put BLOG in all caps.  I’ve missed you guys.

So thought I would share our easy and fun Easter treat we do for our kiddos.  You can read about last years HERE for more thorough directions.  These are so crazy easy.

You need an egg container, craft paint and fillers.  I made all these last year, but had to make an extra one this year for our new littlest…she got fuchsia because she’s a spunky, cute one.

All I did was paint the top of the egg carton, throw in some fun grass which I have seriously had for years…the same bag of Easter grass…it’s a weird death quirk I wrote about HERE…and then added fun treats.  I keep one little box of eggs just for this and reuse them each year.  My surprises were one small toy, a few marshmallow bunnies and I stuffed the plastic eggs with some Sour Patch Kids and M&Ms.  I also did a small chocolate chicken because we love Max’s Chocolate Chicken by Rosemary Wells and Hudson asked the other night “Would you ever give us a chocolate chicken?”…I’m all about making a kid’s dream come true when it comes to a chocolate chicken 🙂  For the toy the big kids got a small $4 lego set, Amon got a bear because he is obsessed with bears and our littlest got a soft stuffed bunny.

And there you have it.  Super easy.  Super fun.  Super affordable.

Happy Thursday!